Chapter 242

Looking at the direction they left, Duanmu yawang didn't look good.

"Xiaoya Wang, are you okay?"

Seeing Duanmu yawang covering his chest, the Sanskrit Sutra couldn't help worrying.

"Nothing."

Duanmu yawang shook his head, took out a bottle of medicine from the medical system under the cover of long sleeves, looked up and took two, then stood up straight and walked back to the Zhongyong palace from one street corner.

"Xiaoya Wang, who are those people? Why did they hit you as soon as they met?"

Duanmu yawang was very angry. "You won't know who it is. What else do you ask?"

The old face of the Buddhist Scripture was serious, "Xiaoya Wang, did you go to make trouble?"

"You just make trouble!" Duanmu yawang tried not to mention Gong Yulan today. The emergence of the Sanskrit Sutra made her think of him all the time, and she became arbitrary and irritable.

Today, the most important reason why she promised Bai Xi to resign from Bai Fu so happily is because Gong Yulan stopped.

"Go, go aside and don't follow me."

"I don't want to follow you either." the voice of the Sanskrit Sutra is very aggrieved. "However, the little old man here only knows you and the master, plus the little white deer at most. The little white deer is lying in your room and has no strength at all."

"Where's your master?"

Duanmu yawang reached out and rubbed his forehead. He asked with a headache.

"I don't know." the Buddhist Scripture drooped its eyelids and said, "after coming out of your room, I didn't see anyone. I came back halfway, said a word to me and ran away again."

"Ran back and said a word?"

"Well," nodded the Sutra, "that's what I just said to you to warn me."

Duanmu Ya looked at his side eyes and meditated. What nerve did Gong Yulan stop? Why did he suddenly come back and say such a sentence to the Sanskrit Sutra?

Duanmu yawang was too lazy to think too much and went straight back to his room.

After returning to the room, she wanted to take a nap, but she was confused and couldn't sleep at all.

Rolling around in bed for a while, she sat up with the quilt in her arms, and then took the book from the bookshelf to read.

After watching for a while, her mind finally calmed down.

Then, she remembered that she had not practiced well for several days, and then her spiritual power had not improved. She had stayed at the previous stage of cultivation. Today, the people from Zang Yuege came and put a pressure on her.

Just now she faced several people in Zang Yuege. If she was simply talking about spiritual power, she had almost no power to fight back.

Therefore, the most important thing for her now is not only to heal the loyal king, but also to make herself strong as soon as possible.

"Brahma Sutra, did your master go to practice?" Duanmu yawang entered the meditation practice in the room. After practicing for about an hour, he stopped and asked the Brahma Sutra, "why don't we continue to practice in that place tomorrow?"

"The master should not go to practice."

"How do you know?"

"The master has great power. After cultivation, his Qi usually lingers with powerful aura. When he came back to say that sentence to me at noon, he didn't have that breath."

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Duanmuya looked through the book and suddenly felt that she had nothing to do. She asked her cheek in a boring way: "the Buddhist Scripture, you say, your master doesn't know many people. If he didn't practice, where would he go?"

The Sutra shook his head, "I don't know."

He thought for a long time and didn't understand.

Alas!

Duanmuya sighed.

"Xiaoya Wang, why are you sighing, you..."

However, before the words of the Brahman Sutra were finished, he suddenly felt a strong breath. His heart trembled, he didn't say anything, and ran away.

When he ran, he still had a conscience. He thought of the little white deer who slept comfortably. He took his antlers and ran with him.

Duanmuya looked at the little white deer disappearing into the room and blinked twice.

Then, with a flash of inspiration, she thought of something. Just about to react, she saw a tall figure in the world.

At the sight of this figure, Duanmu yawang's face was hot and dry. Her hand on the quilt tightened and stared at him: "why did you come in? Didn't you let you in this morning?"

Gongyulan stopped and looked at her with beautiful eyes.

Duanmu yawang's heart beats like thunder.

I don't know why, suddenly very nervous.

Gong yulanzhi looked at her quietly for a while. The beautiful lips suddenly hooked, and the tip of his ears was a little red. Then he walked towards her step by step.

Duanmuya blinked twice. She only felt that this scene was strange. She hugged the quilt and subconsciously hid at the corner of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Gong Yulan's eyebrows are slightly twisted.

"You, stop." Duanmu yawang didn't like to let go of his dodging appearance and said, "if you have anything, stand aside and say, I said, you can't get close to my bed in the future."

Gong Yulan stopped and stopped.

Duanmu Ya looked at him and thought he heard it. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a powerful force flashed by. She was in a panic. Before she could respond, her whole person had been held in Gong Yulan's arms.

He sat firmly on the wide chair where the little white deer was lying just now.

And she was sitting on his lap.

Duanmu yawang was stunned.

"You've been out for a long time today." Gong Yulan's beautiful nose rubbed her face gently, his action was gentle and sentimental, and his voice was a little more complaining.

His burning breath sprayed to her ear. Duanmuya looked at the tip of her ear and trembled. Somehow, the tip of her heart trembled and struggled immediately, "Hey, what are you doing with me? Let go."

"Don't let go."

Gong Yulan firmly tied her legs with his legs, put his arms around her waist, kissed her lips and said, "let's see something."

"Huh?"

Look at things?

"What are you looking at?"

Gongyulanzhi took out two books from his arms and handed them to Duanmu yawang: "this."

Everything on Gong yulanzhi's body is good. Duanmu Ya looked at it and thought it was a secret script. He took it and found that it was two medicinal diet books.

She casually turned it over twice, and then threw it aside. "What the hell is this?"

"You have to see."

Gong Yulan's cold face was a little serious. "I have marked the dishes here. There are seven or eight kinds in total. You can cook them for me in turn."

Duanmuya looked and smiled. Her smile was very cold: "why should I make it for you?"

Ya, he thought she was a kitchen aunt, so he ordered her to cook for him?

Gong Yulan didn't seem to recognize the coldness in Duanmu yawang's voice. His ear tip was a little red. He coughed and said, "well, my body is a little empty and needs tonic."

Is he weak?

Duanmuya looked at him, looked him from head to foot, and took his words as a joke.